A Story Of The Caracas Valley (James Barron Hope Poems)
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
A SLANTING ray of evening light Shoots through the yellow pane ;It makes the faded crimson bright, And gilds the fringe again ...
WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser!Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.Had she consulted 'me', ...
Oft, in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high,When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's ...
I SHOULD like to dwell where the deep blue seaRock'd to and fro as tranquilly,As if it were willing the ...
Seven days accomplished,--unto Pharaoh's court The sons of Amram went; by Voice Divine Commanded; and, in presence of the king, ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I ...
OH ! that amid this wandering maze of care,Where short-liv'd pleasure meets o'erwhelming woeAt every turn; e'en where bright virtue ...
You bid me not to love too well,To clip my fancy's wings;Not to believe the tales she'll tell,Nor listen when ...
Sometimes the strident reds and burning blues,The raw vermillions and magenta huesAre all too harsh.they persecute our eyes.So then, like ...
When throstles sing in ivery copse,An' blackies* vie wi' them,Roundy green are sycamore tops,An' meadows flower-trim,Then my luve goes a-laikin',a-laikin', ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with ...
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